It was your day off and you were spending it wrapped up in a warm blanket and sitting in front of the TV. It was a really good drama playing that you would probably only watch once since you didn’t watch TV a lot and keeping up with drama after missing a few episodes was impossible. The main female protagonist was crying over the bleeding, unconscious body of her boyfriend injured after a car accident. She was crying and screaming over and over again for him not to leave her. You were starting to tear up yourself as the memory of you long departed parents crept into your head. You grabbed the heart-shaped locket hanging around your neck; it was the last gift they gave you.
Knocking on the door pulled you away from the drama and the emotional state you were in. You put the TV on mute and gave your teary eyes a rub as opened the door. Once your hand left your eyes, you were staring straight at a tall thug. You felt in danger and your instant response was to quickly slam the door and lock it. Your attempt to do so didn’t work as the street punk grabbed the door and stopped it from closing. No matter how hard you pushed with your full body it was not budging. Just one forceful pushed from the other side of the door send you sailing backwards, and all you could do was look into his green eyes frightfully.
“D-Don’t hurt me!!! I don’t have anything of worth to take but you can take whatever you want! I only have a little cash on me but you’re free to have that too!!!” You immediately blurted out things you thought he wanted to hear out of fear. His face showed no new emotions as he approached you. Your body was shaking uncontrollably as you stupidly backed yourself into a wall. One arm went to the side of your head and his body came in close to you.
“I can take whatever I want, you say… Then I’ll take you.” The red-haired thug sexily whispered that to you as he softly caresses your cheek. There was aroused looked in his eyes and you remained frozen as you just stared into his eyes. You were suddenly confessed to by a thug and now you couldn’t help but notice how good looking he was.
His warm, slim fingers moved down to your lips before he gently stroked them with his thumb. His lips were puckered as he moved in for a kiss. Your course of action was to clamp your mouth close and to tightly close your eyes… a brilliant plan… for a three year old. You were just afraid of resisting and angering him… or so you told yourself. You were waiting to feel his lips on yours any second…
“Ouch,” the man suddenly yelped and you slowly opened an eye to peek. The redhead was holding the back of his head and standing behind him was a pale black-haired man. What really caught your attention was that he was wearing a full butler outfit.
“I should have known better than to bring you, Taiga” he plainly stated as pushed up his glasses. His eyes turned to you and gave you a cold stare that was far scarier than the thuggish person you were just dealing with. “You’re ….. the niece of the late Master Lucas, correct?”
“T-that is my name, I did have an uncle named Lucas…” You remember hearing about Uncle Lucas passing, but you didn’t go funeral… after your parents’ it was really just unbearable to go see another sad burying your remaining family members. You did send a card with your regards.
“Good, now come along,” he instructed with a impersonal tone, there was no emotion in his voice or expression… You actually thought that might prefer the other guy over this cold and unfeeling interaction you were having now. “Hurry, we don’t have all day for you stand against the wall.”
His icy demeanor you made unable to talk to him… So like an obedient dog you grabbed a jacket, turned off everything and left with that frighteningly, unfriendly butler and the street punk who had confess his love for you… Oh… what were you getting yourself into…?
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